#turtles
She said.
" I think you are a bit too morbid for my taste."
"Why do you say that sweetheart?"
I quickly replied.
"I mean on our first date we met in the cemetery so yeah.."
"Well I figure no matter the outcome darlin the backdrop should suit the hopes of our relationship."
I replied as I felt a little bad.
Because in all truth if that was so.
I should of just paid her and met her in the backseat instead.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 12:10 PM UTC
A life is a journey
And the people are like animals
Where I'm the turtle
In another universe of a life
The folktales i wandered to be in
The shells to be protected by
The journey to shore by patience
In another universe of a life
The toughness to be in motion
The belief to win more than a race
With a slow and calm process
In another universe of a life
The warm tempering shores of ocean
To be achieved by a long unforgettable journey
With a long lifespan and endurance
In another universe of a life!!!
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 11:49 AM UTC
Moon turtle
My Moon warblin’
Soon n’ gentle
In a shell gravitatin’
Rocks are light
But heavy’s their delight
Lunar scripts in my carapace
Child of the ancient Space
A whole life overturned
To live’s to accept it
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 7:25 AM UTC
Ce soir, c’est une folie de m’apercevoir
Dans tes yeux marrons, profonds et doux
C’est comme plonger dans un modique miroir
Où un bonheur spécial m’attend comme un fou.
Mon visage danse au fond de cet étrange étang
Où deux poissons moyens nagent comme deux pigeons
Faisant la navette comme deux amants sous le pont
C’est captivant de te regarder avec le cœur content.
Dans l’éclat de tes yeux doux et pleins d’amour
Je me vois balisé de me noyer dans un puits d’humour
Où deux jeunes tortues tentent de s’en sortir en vain
Oubliant qu’elles sont damnées pour un temps incertain.
Copyright © Octobre 2025 Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poésie.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 1:29 AM UTC
I...am a turtle
And turtles, much like people, must eat.
Though I live a long time, I am not immortal.
I move through life slowly, but the hare I did beat.
My body doesn’t require much.
My metabolism is not quick.
But relying on leaves just feels like a crutch.
I see these fat children, so happy and thick.
Whatever they must be consuming keeps their bodies blooming.
I watch as they come and go, from the building with the big yellow M,
And think to myself, how might I get in.
I’m not quick enough for this dangerous breed.
Many of my cousins have gone extinct because of their greed.
And just like that, a gift from Master Oogway himself,
I’ve found my own hidden elf on the shelf.
A crispy golden nugget accidentally dropped on the ground,
Beckoning me to go towards this crowded compound.
I avoid each car, making sure to keep hidden.
But the crispy treat continues to move as if I was forbidden.
But like Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden,
I continued to follow, keeping hope in my heart that I may bite it and swallow.
But to my dismay, it continues to roll,
The establishment was built on an incline of gravel.
I chase it as best as a turtle can,
But a fat little **** cuts me off in his van.
After he passes, the golden nugget still rolls.
Until it falls into a drain, forever lost in a hole.
If you were to ask me what would be my personal doomsday
I would tell you this story,
About the nugget that got away
Sep 18, 2023
Sep 18, 2023 at 10:22 PM UTC
CCP Turtles Grassing Line
China’s virtual hotline
Report online remarks
Slander Communist Party history
Crack down “bygone nihilists”
Party’s 100th centenary July
Grass line allows society report
Netizens “twist” Party’s history
Attack governance policies
Denigrate national heroes
Deny superiority radical socialist nation
Clandestine motivations old nihilistic parodies
Malevolently garbling
Denigrating contradicting Party history
Internet operatives administering people
Devotedly report dangerous info
“Historical nothingness” public doubt distrust
Chinese Communist Party’s earlier dealings
China’s net forcefully censored
Overseas social media networks
Search engines news outlets forbidden
Penances persons conveyed
Netizens prison lawful punishments
Placement content acute
Nation’s leadership procedures antiquity
Legal amendments folks
“Slur smear invade on” memorial
China’s national heroes’ martyrs
Face three years gaol
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 4:22 PM UTC
Tallen the Mighty Thrower
by Michael R. Burch
Tallen the Mighty Thrower
is a hero to turtles, geese, ducks ...
they splash and they cheer
when he tosses bread near
because, you know, eating grass *****
Keywords/Tags: child, children, boy, thrower, throwing, bread, turtles, geese, ducks, grass
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 5:15 AM UTC
New Life bursts forth
From old shells
Bringing unseen beauty into this world
The sounds of nature quiet
As they sliently gawk
At the newborns
Making they're journey
Towards the ocean
With a bravery unknown to most
Led but an ancient instinct
To slip silently into the waves
Only to return when the time comes
For New Life
To burst forth from old shells
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 4:07 PM UTC
Black, blue and all the colors together,
Miles and meters could not take a measure,
The mystery so deep below,
No digging could make people know,
The crawlers, swimmers and the squishers of dye,
Under the blankets of waves they lie,
Loneliness never did they know,
Plastic adorned the green one low,
The oils and straws a part of their diet ,
It is becoming rather quiet,
Swimmers now floating,
Oh no !Are they evolving or Perishing.
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 3:01 AM UTC
As we roam about the desert we learn to see what's there
The rocks, the dirt, the cactus, and the wildly blue sky glare
The creatures of this land can take on the heat that's here in stride
Turtles, snakes, and all the lizards take it on, with desert pride
Checking out the rock formations, that took many, many years
Shapes and colors, of these rocks, reflect their beginning, it appears
Reflecting for a minute, while gazing upon this land
Will open up your mind and give you much more than you planned
The desert, as we know it, can be a hostile place for sure
Wonderfully, beautiful and hostile, makes it mystical and so pure...
Brian Hill - 2019 # 154
Picture credit goes to Kevin Monson, our friend
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 8:35 AM UTC
While I was away,
Girls have been touching their hair with love
And girls were in love with their body like lust
While I was away,
Water have been so clear it made me teared
And ice met with eyes like a deer with a carrot
While I was away,
Diamonds are still in beauty like she's in love with a beast
And golds are like a moon shining bright when the night covers the earth
But when I am here,
The time is ticking backwards and words are read in reverse;
All I see are pain and misery people
And black rainbow isn't just a metaphor anymore.
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 6:55 AM UTC
just as Notre Dame catches fire
does the turtle's situation become dire
as it struggles to get air
because of another plastic snare
one of millions that float aimlessly
Notre Dame will be rebuilt urgently
over one billion dollars raised in days,
but who really needs to be saved?
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 9:31 PM UTC
There are plenty of fish in the sea;
I should know,
I'm SCUBA certified.
And yet,
It feels as though the reefs
That I frequent
Have stagnated,
Colors weakening.
Perhaps I spend too much time
In the shallows,
Where every kick
Throws up silt,
Stifling the corals and choking the fish.
Fading beauty or
Compromised visibility;
Who's to say
Which plays the bigger part
In my dissatisfaction?
Who knows?
Maybe I just need to switch
To hiking.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 8:22 PM UTC
It’s been told she has the heart of the Sun A bright bronze sphere
That can never turn down fun
Brazen is she towards those who stand in her way
Guided by faith, her feet never stray
No matter the currents or the strength of the Tides
She goes low when they fly high
Like Hawksbill, Green, Loggerhead and Leatherback
She attains the longevity they endure
Her voice is as sweet as the Black Pineapple
Her beauty resembles the Antiguan hibiscus
Some might even say more
For her beauty is something you can’t ignore
Whenever one door closes
She makes one more open
Always giving faith a fighting chance
Whenever the option arises
She always chooses to DANCE!
As the soca rhythm flows into her blood steam
And the bright colors of carnival collide
There outshining the others
You can find the person I call my “MOM”
My Antiguan Queen
Always representing red white black blue and gold pride
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
"The most important part, is the part that hurts"
~John Green
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
There are turtles dying in the sea
and it's all down to you and me.
We throw plastic carelessly
into a place that we can't see.
We are also killing all the trees
and it's all down to you and me.
We cut them down so carelessly
it's so bad but we can't see.
We're killing off all our bees
and it's all down to you and me.
We take their plants so carelessly
but it doesn't affect us right? I guess you can't see.
That the turtles are carefully
helping you and me
and the trees you destroy carelessly
are giving us oxygen daily.
And I know you don't care about those bees
but they actually protect you and me
and without them, well I don't want to see
a world without them on the daily.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
The Artist
I need a Muse.
Do you think it could be you?
Can you pick up a paint brush
And show me what you can do?
I need a painter of portraits;
To fill in the gaps inside my head.
I need a Goddess of Love,
To notice the stuff I write in my bed.
I need an Artist, who is simply magnificent,
A breath-taking vision, who is simply Heaven sent.
I need an Angel to paint me a Picasso,
Of my poetry in pieces, before I end up like Van Gogh.
Slightly impaired by deafness, I guess.
Going grey now; thank you stress.
Hi Mona, how’s Rembrandt?
He’s been seen drinking in a bar,
With someone called Cezanne?
Call Michelangelo; Donatello will have a plan.
Leonardo’s busy with his inventions,
But here comes Raphael.
Turtle Power! Hi Master Splinter.
Do you have your easel and paints ready,
To see you through the winter?
Paint me a story
And I’ll write you a picture.
I think if the two of us worked together,
What I see, to you, could become much clearer.
Are you sat there looking for some inspiration?
Then read one of my poems, sing one of my songs;
Maybe then you could paint our creation.
Maybe then, I could write poetry about your art.
My vision brought to life,
With the gift of your care.
Paint a picture of us together,
So you will remember that I will always be there.
If you ever need some inspiration,
Just creep inside my mind for a little vacation;
An escape from reality, or from your personal Demon’s.
You will see we are all the same;
I have as many foibles as you do.
My heart belongs to any Woman who truly wants it;
But she hasn’t told me how she feels yet,
So I guess I can’t live without it.
But soon I will meet someone
And offer them my love;
Because an artist without inspiration,
Is like a poet who has never been in love.
Joyous tragedy! Shakespeare laughs,
As he tears apart love with just a couple of paragraphs.
Dead and gone! Not our fair Juliet.
If Romeo had just gone home instead,
He would have turned into a moody poet.
(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC
new born's kiss the shore
waves eloping on shorelines
carresing lifes breath
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
I am the Box Turtle,
I shut you out,
and sleep away in my shell,
I am the Box Turtle,
the only turtle who is safe from the world,
the only turtle who can shut away the world,
I am the Box Turtle,
I'll hid for life,
behind the hinges that cover me,
I am the Box Turtle,
Who will slam my door,
on you and the world,
I am the Box Turtle,
I can live my life in my shell,
while you continue creating this hell,
I am the Box Turtle,
I will not fight,
I will live in peace not war,
I am the Box Turtle,
I'll lock the ones who try and hurt me out,
to try and survive these battles alone,
I am the Box Turtle,
inside my hinge like doors,
I'll be safe from the world,
I am the Box Turtle,
I must be safe from you,
and any other fools.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
We went through the motions
Until all went motionless
(The otter frollicked turning everything
into a game of joy to being alive)
Touch became accidental at best to our ways
Once we could touch but now nothing more
(The otter nipped at the turtle
flipped about as it played)
Words dripped from our tongues
Heavy like molasses as the intent fades away
(Down the grass the otter slides into the river
Over and over like a little child)
Reason lost to accusations , accusations took it's toll .
Accusations took our time , creating false crime
(I watch as the otter swims on it's way
Dipping , diving to where I can't say)
Now I sit in the darkness with full moon fever
Wondering how could something turn so wrong that once was so right
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
Turtles swim swiftly in the sea
Its fins propellers from its shell
From the predators it can quickly flee
Because turtles can go in land or sea
Which makes this task quite easy
So being a turtle is pretty cool, you can tell
Being able to swim in the deep sea
And having a home that's a shell
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC